Every time you think about it, it tears you up inside, you curse the day your mother told you your father died. Now you're always searching, you're searching for the reason why I've gone, but I will always be here by your side through the darkest night. Here I stand on the firing line, here I walk through the field where I die. I will fight and let the voice ring true, I'm the ghost standing next to you. Every night you go to sleep, you pray the Lord my soul to keep, but you don't know I've not gone away. You see, I watch over fighting men so they can have peace again, maybe someday you will all be free. Here I stand on the firing line, here I walk through the field where I die. I will fight and let the voice ring true, I'm the ghost standing next to you. Speak to me and I feel your breath, assuring me I'll never die. I write mother, he's here with me. He's in our minds, he's in our souls, he'll sacrifice his story so he holds the flame of freedom for all to see. Here we stand on the firing line, here I walk in the field where I fight. I will fight or die for liberty with the ghost standing next to me. Don't tread on me, let me die. Don't tread on me, let me die. Don't tread on me, let me die.